Massimiliano Badiali

SHREDS OF UNCONSCIOUS

And by sitting

on these absences

I feel just the life

That behind me

Has burned

Every thought.

And the perfumed nostalgia

Of lemons

LILIES

Blades of velvet

On my belly

The sheet is still

opened and crumbled

and memories of lilies

Withered

after long night’s

efforts

and dream’s stamina

your flavour.

Even the last match

is extinguished

in the box of illusions...

with our past emptied

like a small hourglass.

I have danced

all the night

forbidden dances

I have danced

By laughing the excess

A desperate sacrifice

All the night.

When I woke up

The curtain was dropped

The show finished

And I have seen again

My own spectre...

I picked up my dead body

Satisfied masochist and amoral

I had danced

By searching love

In the darkness.

Truculent joy

And vibrating shakes

Anxiety’s hiccups

White darkness.

Dead body in half-light

Play of shadows

Far sun,

grand-mother

Invisible hands

Among ivory’s doors

The candles’ moving light

Is shining.

Greedy for spirit

Thirsty of life

Drunk of death...

Vain research of infinite

To macerate our fleshes

For fullness of the absolute...

Damned by the temple

Eater of opium

Or of host

We aims hungry of spirit

Tortured of emotions

Rejected in the existence

Imprisoned of body

We aims

BROTHERS

Brothers, we are so weak,...

Blows of wind thrown in the sea, weary... ...

blue petals floating

drunk for wine.

So weak, brothers.

Elms voiceless,

Grass without flowers,

Oasis of crystal

And unbreakable memories

Of poison

Soaked

In anguish ................

Dying between violet clouds:

Our eternity

Is the sun dispersed

In the sea,

it’s the memory’s ash

drunk and crazy ................

Blue clouds fly

And the stones resound .........

The spirit, which runs on the dust

Circled by the lead,

Runs .........

The copper sky is

Within any light

The white moon

Shins on the hoods

And it is as bright as the sand .........

But black willow

cries on the wind

Silence!

It’s the death

Of my ingenuous

Illusions....

It’s the cyanide of my

Sensations

They all must sleep

It’s the vacuity of a vortex

Without you

Silence!

The dying embers

Of unquiet heart

Extinguish…..

On my obscure corner

hours of boredom..

melancholic smells

of perfumed ashes

the light shins of tears